State of the Union

I must be getting old. I haven't missed a political debate or speech or whatever all season. The only thing it has accomplished, however, is give me more to question and less to believe. As Brock and I sat down to watch tonight's address, I thought about the state of OUR union.



For those of you who didn't know me and Brock in our premarital lives, you don't know that we are perhaps one of history's most unlikely couples. And if you DID know us then but haven't been around for the last 7 years, then you probably don't know that we are perhaps one of history's most perfect couples. We are living proof that some truths just cannot be realized using logic. Well, I'm not big on speeches (well, maybe I am, but I want to go to bed...), so I'm happy to report that although this country may be straying a bit from the constitution, the state of OUR union is just as good as it could be! And I'll leave it at that.

So I never forget...

At 27 and 7 months, I think I have a pretty good idea of what my kids will be like when they're older. Could I be completely wrong? Maybe...HOPEFULLY (in a few areas). Yeah, I'm hoping Kade won't always be this attached to his mother. And I'd really rather Karlee didn't turn out to be a beautiful but completely wreckless teenager--a dangerous combination. I do have hope in that I probably think she's going to be beautiful because all parents think that about their kids--even if they're not to the rest of the world. And maybe her wild nature will wear off and her personal alarm system will kick in after she falls and hits her head really good for the hundredth time (since the first 99 haven't done the trick). Whatever course of events takes them to wherever they'll wind up and to whoever they'll be, I always want to remember this time in their lives.

Even when I'm old and fully gray (I just plucked a gray hair today), I want to be able to remember all of the little things. It's all the little things that add up to so much fun. Like how Karlee's favorite movies are Happy Feet (hopefully the pro global governance and anti established religion themes aren't brainwashing her) and The Man From Snowy River because she thinks Jim Craig is actually Uncle Jake. And how she says 'yep,' 'yip,' or 'yup' in answer to any question. But I don't want to just remember that she said that, I want to HEAR her say it. Just like she does. And I want to hear Kade's raspy little laughs at nothing and feel his excitement when his entire body convulses because he sees food is near. Will I be able to hold on to those sensations or only onto the memory of them happening? Or neither?! It makes me sad to think about that. I SHOULDN'T think about it. Whenever I get nostalgic I can hear Brock telling me "it's stupid to live in the past." And...He's right.

Hey, wait!!! If I can hear Brock's voice that vividly inside my head without even wanting to, then SURELY I will be able to hear the voices of my sweet little babies!!!

I feel much better now!

The thrill of it all

Okay. Wow! PHEW!!!
That was really exciting! I'd been warned of the addictive nature of blogging and now I see why. Honestly, tho embarrassingly, I kept logging in hoping someone else had commented. Thanks be to all of you for making my first time such a memorable experience!

The most exciting thing that happened this week to blog about was blogging. I really don't want that to be the purpose so I'll quit that now.

I did, however, go to the Rexburg Temple open house this weekend. It was really beautiful, but not so spiritual. It's hard for anyone to have a spiritual experience when someones kid is running around throwing a fit. This mom was carrying her little girl until she started kicking and saying she wanted to walk up the stairs. So she let her walk up the stairs and everyone got stuck behind her in the long, hot stairwell. When she got to the top she decided she wanted to run, so she ran away up through the crowd of legs and got way up to where her mom couldn't even see her. When the mom finally catches up to her she decides she better just hold her, so the little girl screamed until the tour ended with cookies and lemonade. Why can't parents just control their kids? You tell me. Really. I'd like to know because I'm the mom who couldn't control her kid. To make matters worse, Karlee happened to be wearing a Christmas T-shirt Ya-Ya gave her that says "Santa's got nothing on Grandma." So she REALLY looked like a spoiled, out-of-control brat. You must know the key word here is 'looked.' Because Karlee is an angel. And I only 'looked' like an exasperated parent. I really had it all under control. Moral of the story? Get a babysitter and go to the temple.

A 'personal' invitation

Officially this is the launching of the Williamson family blog. I'm a little bit apprehensive about the whole thing, but I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because I'm afraid Brock might turn it into his 2nd Amendment forum.

I like blogs. I enjoy catching up and catching a laugh so I often visit all the blogs of the people I like. But I have to say it feels so impersonal. Blogs are great because you don't have to call or email or visit. Blogs suck because you don't call or email or visit. I get an invitation to view a blog and I feel like it's saying "Here I am! If you want me, come and get me. I don't care." And I almost feel silly--even sneaky--looking at peoples' blogs unless I leave a comment. Okay, so I guess you all know me well enough to know I (obviously) ALWAYS over-analyze everything so I'll quit now and save it for Brock. He loves to listen to me talk.

But on a PERSONAL note. If I invited you to read this blog, it's because you are my friend. I like you and I want you to like me back. I want to hang out with you. I want to see you and talk to you in person when possible. But since that can't ALWAYS happen, there's blogging.

***Note on my music: These are just a few choice selections. I like a little bit of country, a little bit of class, and a little bit of rock and roll. Oh, and an old Neil Sedaka song that Mom, Missy, Kels, and I, and sometimes even Jake, would sing in the car...with harmony, too...beautiful...good times...